Lyrics:
[Run-D.M.C.]
Inconceivable, unbelievable
Grammar like a hammer information receivable
Sent by the Lord, here and abroad
With words well adored
to be just as he is
Virtually real, and commercially appealed
To the lust of all the people where he lives
Eve was so naive, blinded by the pride
is calling me home
On the way home through the raindrops
Up the stairway, to the rooftop
There's a silence getting louder
It's just another day
Like a teacher, watch me teach
No, I'm not a preacher, watch me preach
Just like Jeepers Kreepers, watch me creep
Don't sit in no bleacher, watch
funky enough?)
F-you-n-k-e
(Funky) is the way God made me
(Funky) is the power He gave me
(Funky) like the fans that pay me
(Funky) like
Get 'em
Living life on the east coast
Way back in the day tryna beat most
Anybody that wanna do what I do
Well, let me keep it a hunnid with
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but the break of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original, teacher of this type
I fly without my wings
I need you baby to love me more
Rescue me from my misery
Teach me how to love you
I broke your heart still pay the price
What
When darkness surrounds me
I can’t see anything
Teach me to trust Your heart
Teach me to see Your way for me
I know You’re greater than
women right and hold em at the top
Gotta raise these kids and teach em, never don't ya stop
You ain't no man to me if you let your family starve
CHORUS:
me shine
Me, myself and I
Teach me how the world goes by
Me, myself and I
Mirror, mirror who am i ?
Me, myself and I
Show me how they see me shine
Me
from my past
If I just keeping coming back
Drowning in this sea of pain
I cry for waves of violent change
Teach me how to kill
This obsession, this
I believe the children are our future
Teach them well and let them lead the way
Show them all the beauty they possess inside
Give them a sense
As Powerful as you are,
You’re defined by a thing as gentle as love...
Your dwelling is far,
And still you’re wrapped around me like a glove...
Your
bring down my balls
I didn't even know them and they grabbed me by the scrotum and
they started playing ping pong with my balls
Oy, the agony
Intro
The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by
KRS One.
Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
Widdy bye bye bye bye
JAY-Z:
No more reasonable doubt I'm provin to be da illest MC somthing wrong wit ya
Motor skills cause y'all ain't movin me I'm who you see musically
Tell me how to move Teach me your ways, it's cool
I'll be your slave, just heal me Tell me what to do
Tell me how to move Teach me your ways, it's cool
the way you breathe colour into my veins
With words I can't resist
Like a butterfly caught by spring
I'll remain deep in your scent
Oh oh teach me how
kneeling
To love what's missing
Beyond the ending
Why won't you cut me down this way
It feels like we were never s'posed to waste away
A death bringer
Angels
Today woke up thinking it was my day
Heard you say thing's don't ever go your way
Saw my reflection just passing by
Homeless man looking through
you've got to carry on
You're the oldest boy Bill so teach your brothers right
Then she handed me her Bible said follow by its light
(Mama's Bible
people that hate
The things I need
and making me wait
yeah
They will teach you the hows instead of the why's
They will turn your truth into lies
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Look, my niggas make it hot up in the winter
My niggas make it hot up in the wintertime, look
Yeah, I pray
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